My ability to fail has failed me. Naruto-centric Drabble.
"Now, class, I will be passing back your tests," Iruka says, standing at the front of the room behind his little podium.
Naruto yawns and slouches lower in his seat. Great. Another bad score to add to this already bad day, he thinks. He always dreads test pass backs because usually there's a big fat F sitting at the top.
"Here's yours, Sakura," Iruka says, handing her a test.
"Aw, only a ninety-eight!" she sighs.
As much as Naruto likes her, he can't help but feel annoyed. A ninety-eight is a perfectly good score. He'd trade in a bowl of ramen for that!
"And yours, Kiba." Iruka is getting closer to Naruto's seat now.
"D for dog, eh?" Kiba says happily. Akamaru barks.
"And yours, Naruto. Great job!" Iruka gives him a thumbs up and a smile.
Great job at what? Failing for the eleventh time in a row? Naruto frowns and looks down. And then jumps up.
My ability to fail has failed me! his brain has time to think, before he shouts with joy and shoves his red one-hundred percent in Sasuke's face.